My Chem Spa went really bad, the paper was A-okay but I screwed up. Nice one Cheryl.
And (surprise surprise) there's Econs test tmr.

This jerks me back to last year!

When each day seemed to be a raging war. Three tests a week? Common. Four tests a week? Sorry, but deal with it. Weekends were no longer 'recuperating periods', they became mug-your-ass-off days, just like any other day. The only exception was being spared from the suffocating uniform. Everyone became so accustomed and fine-tuned, a day without tests or time practices or consultations seemed abnormal. We were complete robots. Every break, even a 15 minute one, the sight of people staring at their notes or scribbling away like
some super turbo speed machine, engulfs you with so much guilt that you push your plate away. You retrieve your notes. You stare at the endless lines of alphabets. Numbers. Chemical symbols. Economic diagrams. Day after day, you return home, tired and battered, only to have a quick meal, and hit the books again. Do you ever put your pen down? Maybe only to rub your eyes, trying to erase the looming thoughts of collapsing into that nice, comfy bed of yours. Incessant yawning. Mugs and mugs of coffee. The stains decorate your notes, a beautiful artform which you only desire to devour word for word.3 AM. you're not alone at home, and yet the only breathing you hear is from yourself. Your Mom complains that you treat the home like a hotel. You are long gone before dawn, and back only at twilight. You hear her pleas, but somehow you know there is no way out of this never-ending cycle. You finally get to sleep, but you know- Tomorrow is another battle. And the day after tomorrow, is yet another one. When does it truly end? Imagine living like this 7 days a week.


Imagine reliving it again.